Monday morning, got my work on My tells me that my money is gone Got a little honey on me To take her to at the end of the week We'll find a parking so we can reconnect As as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chilly dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on that game Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her when the good comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high roller with a paycheck
Everybody knows I to have a good time I just gotta above that poverty line Food on the table, roof head Leave something to my ones I wind up dead
You know what life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my Friday
I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun Take job and shove it son I it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid And dance my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band they're doing sound check Why don't you give me some cash my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody I like to have a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty Food on the table, roof head Leave something to my young I wind up dead
You never know what will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my Friday
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the till my Friday paycheck
I gotta get my on that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday to get that Friday paycheck
Ooh, gotta get Friday paycheck I've been on that whistle on the whistle all day long Friday paycheck, Friday
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